Colossal beams,
Hold up the sky,
A canopy of clouds,
Shielding us from harms way.
Haughty palm trees,
So big and tall,
Reach for the heavens,
Showing off to their young saplings.
A sound wave echoes,
unto a path,
of dead grass,
and magenta berries.
Rolling concrete hills,
So deadly and dark,
That if you step into one,
You may never step out.
Hold up the sky,
A canopy of clouds,
Shielding us from harms way.
Haughty palm trees,
So big and tall,
Reach for the heavens,
Showing off to their young saplings.
A sound wave echoes,
unto a path,
of dead grass,
and magenta berries.
Rolling concrete hills,
So deadly and dark,
That if you step into one,
You may never step out.